Our Generation of Idiots!

I’ve wanted to write about this for long, like really long, since I can remember. And today is the inauguration of my thought. It’s been in my mind for centuries, technically, since the 21^st century got on its hype.

Being really introvert, I think people might presume that I must love doing this, but believe me, I’m a revolutionist when it comes to idiots stuck up with their phones.

Firstly, I’d like, no, love to share a piece of knowledge that my mother bestowed on me, and continues to bestow on my brother, ‘Computers were made for us, and not the other way round!’

So, now as we both know what I’m talking about, (I already knew, I know! Just didn’t want to make you feel lonely!) I express my views.

I go out with friends, and picture a very highly intellectual conversation on people, monuments, architecture, evolution (not really) and when we sit there at the coffee house and I’m all set with a pen and paper to jot down important things I’ll learn from the conversation to come, I am offended!

My friends are staring into lit up screens with the blankest possible expression. They’re lost! They’re scrolling and pressing buttons, staring, staring! I sound like one who has miles to reach the technology of the present era, but no, that’s not true! I can beat each one at typing or what so ever tests your technology skills. The point here is, they’re just dumb! And they enjoy being ‘that’ dumb, for worse!

Must be thinking, why don’t I say something? Oh, I do. I snatch a phone at times, but I’m shouted at. Seems like my company sucks to them. I don’t mind. I sit there, and decide to meditate or maybe plan about what article to write next. At times, while they’re bust replying to their boyfriends, and uploading duck-face pictures on their respective internet profiles, I make up a rhyme and get a glimpse of the next poem I’ll write. I attend to the waiters, and make sure they all don’t suffer from extreme loss of carbohydrate while they consume that stored energy in their body in the enormous task of staring blankly! (They have fat reserves, but still!)

Now, I might also get into my world of technology. My parents haven’t brought me up, oh so strictly, that I can’t even own a phone of mine to stare at while my friends do the same. I have one, but I prefer it to rest in my pocket. I also keep asking God to let it not ring, since I’d have to expose my eyes to its brightness. 

Hush, overall, I realize that I’m typing this article and don’t have a hired typist, but frankly, if I had a printing machine that printed for free, I’d write an article and circulate it for free around the globe. Not so easy, right? So I’m excused for occasionally typing on my blog.

And yes, you’re excused for reading it, since that involved staring and scrolling too. 

In the end, I just quote Late Albert Einstein, "I fear the day when the technology overlaps with our humanity. The world will only have a generation of idiots."

AMEN! 

So, what sin are you carrying to 2013?

It’s New Year’s Eve! Ah, the day the world makes resolutions and promises to make a change to change the world! The day billion souls party hard, just to waste some of the money earned this year on drinks and junk. Woohoo, tomorrow new year!

It’s a different feeling all together. Such a multitude counting backward, 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 all the way to 0000 hours! And finally, at that exotic moment, forgetting all about losing weight, and putting down egos. Or maybe donating money and saving a few lives. Just chuck those resolutions. The other billions minus one could take care of it right? It works this way every year, the human mind, I mean. We plan on changing ourselves, and then again resort to changing what’s around us.  

Friends, the world doesn’t change that way. A miracle doesn’t happen unless you put in for it. One fine day, that we call New Year’s first day, the world doesn’t take a flip or turn out to be inside out. Every day is a new day, and every second’s a new second. A year is simply a reminder of the number of those new seconds that you put to waste because you were waiting for something big like a year, since the previous year began. Again, you’re proving it, the big things count and the small ones aren’t taken care of. Get a grip!

The sinners won’t stop sinning in 2013, governments won’t stop looting out treasuries, the common man won’t stop being ground, the rapists won’t stop raping, the polluters won’t stop polluting, the idiots will go on to make the world a harder place to live in.

Hindu mythology was indeed right, the ‘Kalyug’ was to come, and it’s on its way. Religion today stands on one foot and we’re planning on making it topple over. If words that came out became reality, oh, so easily, then the world would be so unlike what we see! But, it’s the last day of 2012, and tomorrow’s the new beginning. We’ll take care of it then. Yes, we will. We will take care of it by forgetting about our flaws and continuing to make someone weep because of it.

Beginnings, beginnings, beginnings! How many more do we need? Or maybe we’ll just start afresh when our civilization ends, and then we can start off with evolution from Dryopithecus again! Maybe then we’ll have turn out to be some-what better?

Nothing changes; people remain the same, year after year. I’m not a pessimist, but I am an optimist that has had it! Tomorrow again, the poor will remain poor and slaves slaves! The Brahmins will sit on the thrones and the Shudras will fetch them their meals. If you really want it to be a ‘happy’ and ‘prosperous’ new year, forget about the number of packs you’re going to be having tonight. Forget about the riches, and just think about the talisman Gandhiji left for us.

“‘I will give you a talisman. Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test. Recall the face of the poorest and the weakest man [woman] whom you may have seen, and ask yourself, if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to him [her]. Will he [she] gain anything by it? Will it restore him [her] to a control over his [her] own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to swaraj [freedom] for the hungry and spiritually starving millions?

Then you will find your doubts and your self melt away.”

Again, I repeat, maybe it won’t even make much of a difference, and I’m sure hardly any of you would have even reached here, but live up to what you decide. Maybe it’s simple like mine. Just cleaning your bed after waking up. Do it. Because, at the verge at what we all live today, tomorrow might never come. The new dawn may change things for the worse or better.

Happy new year mates! A very happy new year! 

आ कां क्षा .

Because hair has its moods.

The first ray of sunlight peeks in from that crevice between your curtain and the window, and falls right on your face. (Not usually as good as it's described). It bothers your right eye, and you know the world's awake, you know you need to be awake, you give that smile like you know only peace and push aside the blanket and walk to the bathroom. Rub rub rub, cleanse cleanse cleanse, and you try to look at yourself in the mirror above the basin before you even look for the toothbrush. 

You expect a pretty face to greet you a pleasant morning, but your hair has been planning diffferent. It sticks to your face like it was never a part of you. It hugs you like you're it's mommy, and refuses to give you the charm you expected. Happens. Often happnes. Aand, your day is ruined. The smile is gone, the expectation of looking like a pretty disney princess is to be washed down the basin. Now. 

How about another day. You're again on your bed with the comforter pulled up over you. Again that ray of light peeps in, and tries to make you feel morning-ish. But, argh, you we having a good dream, and the mingling and friendly beam made you miss the part when you were just going to announced as MIss World. It stole away the moment. THE GORGEOUS MOMENT! 

You throw away the comforter and slip into your moccasins. Wobbling till your bathroom, again you stand in front of the mirror, this time gtabbing your toothbrush first. You apply the toothpaste and look at the mirror. But the brushing slows down. You have seen a miracle. The dream was maybe true! You could be Miss World, you've got that kind of hair. Yo babyy, it's time to walk the ramp. And the feeling of losing everything is now that of being the charmer! It's time to dangle. Now.

And you think your hair is lifeless? You wash it and condition it one day, and the next day it's like haystack. And you let it be oily, and the next day you know you're a fashionista. There are days when the clip fits in just right and days when hours of patient trying won't get the band up right. It's hair- nature! 

The boring days come up when nothing excites you enough. They're how you expect them to be. Lifeless or flawless? So let go your hair, let it have it's mood swings. Let hair mingle with your face or let it float away. Nothing is interesting when perfect. Gove your hair the space, let is have it's mood swings. 

The whole article was written without much involvement of logic. It was a sheer piece of fun and feeling. Cheers to that!

Smaller the city, the smaller it is. (Makes not much sense.)

For this is India. :)

When you read about the good and bad, pros and cons of anything, just anything under the sky, what do you expect? A detailed description of why and why not’s, should you or should you not? Well, this one’s different. It won’t change your thoughts, won’t even influence you to the slightest extent. That makes it clear, I’m not gonna talk about the environment at least! So, the whole article talks about something I’ve wanted to write about for a while now: What’s happening and what’s not, with (due and high) respect to small cities of a nation like India. (I mean Agra, as that’s all I’ve witnessed and have an experience with Lagos, one city way bigger!)

I’ll start with what’s not. Simply because I’m that kind of person who gets disgusted by something easily more than fascinated or amazed.

So, with more to least disgusting and awful, here it is.

1)    No malls. Frankly, that’s that! No damn malls! No huge shopping centers where you can spend loads of time and money, not that everyone has it, but still. Doesn’t someone at some point want to wear their new dress and flaunt it? Small cities don’t let you. A store here, is a mall.

2)    No 3D movies. Let it be Spiderman, or the adventures of Tintin, or the desi ones like Don 2 or Ra.one, no 3D means, NO 3D. We have to continue living in a world of flat screens even when you can shake hands with Shahrukh Khan, virtually, but worth it!

3)    Where to hang out? At a family restaurant or a kids playground. Yes, we have a Baskin Robbins, Dominos, Pizza Hut and a CCD, but their size, their atmosphere, no way matches the metros. Rather, they suck.

4)    Exploring more, once you know that you can’t be entertained, with family or friends, we come to the other part of existence. Animals. Mind my words, you come across at least fifty cows once you set out with your vehicle. And that’s not it. The roads have pigs, dogs, chicken and even ducks to offer. It’s a pleasure being so close to nature when you come across creatures that do not respond to horns unless you touch them. (The good part being, sometimes you can see a buffalo fight.)

5)    You aren’t free. In the sense, you can’t wear that mini skirt and walk around like, ‘To each his own.’ Because yours is more theirs than yours is yours. If you know what I mean!

That’s all of how negative I can be for now. The rest comes later, maybe when I feel positive and get new things to express my disgust about. 

*ByeByeTillThen.*